Raiden's povThe world seems to tilt for a little bit when her name came out of his mouth and my jaw locked tight." Careful Foster," I gritted my teeth, my voice dangerously low as my wolf stir. He was accusing her of something he had no proof to back. "Tread lightly with her name on your tongue," I warned.If Foster looked drained of blood a few seconds ago then now he looks far worse.His head shook violently, his shaky hands rising up as if to tell me to calm down. "I am just saying what Pickett told me and what I witnessed myself."Though my form was stiff, I was still intrigued to know where he was going with this. "Go on," I demanded, crossing my arms over my chest as I stared him down.I cannot trust him fully nor his words. He could pull another Pickett."Pickett called me earlier to let me know she was being forced to kill Giovanni. She said Amelia is forcing her. I couldn't talk her out of it," Foster took in a shaky breath. "So I went over to her place and couldn't find he
Damon's povThat cannot be right....can it?Lester's head snapped toward mine quickly, eyes wide with the same disbelief I felt.I stiffened.'Are you sure? Amelia cannot be after well.....Amelia,' I mind linked back, my brain trying to rake around the idea that Amelia was really causing this much chaos.If it was truly her...what gain would she get?Then it all clicked in my head.Amelia was the werewolf council leader's daughter. That very same leader who wanted the Lycan Queen dead.Perhaps the naive act about not knowing who she really was and what she was, was just that, an act. Maybe Amelia wanted revenge all along. Maybe we were all in a sick game where Amelia was the master of it all.' Two people have come forward with saying they've seen Amelia places she shouldn't have been. Giovanni and-Raiden pauses which only further makes me anxious. "And who?""Foster," Raiden finally said after a few tensed moments.~Raiden's pov"Get in the house Amelia," I repeated when my mate re
Damon's povThe door clicked shut behind me, muffling the frantic voices of those trying to help keep Pickett alive. I could still hear her, the rasp of her breathing in my ears, was haunting me.My hands were still stained with her blood and somehow I couldn't rub the feel of her cold skin under my palms.My wolf roamed in my head restlessly, snapping and snarling at my decision to leave her in there. He raged at me for walking out. For turning our back on her when she reached out for us."She's a murderer, "I snarl under my breath, fighting the inward battle. I needed to remind myself that despite the bond between Pickett and me, I could not care about someone who did what she did."She killed Giovanni. She killed our blood. Our family."The words echoed in the hall, but they felt void because the moment her voice cracked 'stay', I almost did.Almost.I hated her. Goddess I hated her.I brace a hand against the wall and dragged in a breath I felt like I somehow i struggled to even t
Damon's povHer body was cold in my hold. My fingers bit into her flesh, my gaze forward, afraid that if I look down at her, I'd be shattered.The bond between us throbbed. Painfully."I-She coughs and I close my eyes for a second, breathing in sharply through my nose as I try to keep my focus steady on getting her inside the pack hospital and leaving her there to rot."Dam-She coughs again, her voice now more faint, her breathing now more shallow. I can hear her lungs struggle to let every breath in."Stop," I said in a dull cold tone. "Stop talking."I would have never guessed Pickett, the shy girl in school would turn out to be my mate. But then again I would never have guessed she'd be a murderer too.I hear her wince and realize I had clutched her a little more brutal than I intended. Her small sound of pain made me loosen my grip a little.I clenched my jaw. Irritated that I still didn't want to cause her too much pain. It was that stupid bond. The bond was definitely to be bl
Amelia's povDamon's words sent a cold chill down my spine, and I don't think it was only me who was troubled by his words. The night air suddenly got colder too as more tension zaps through the air.Pickett's head lolled weakly against his chest as he steadied her on Lester's wolf form. Blood, crimson, and so red smeared down Damon's arm. Blood that came from Pickett's wound. Even Lester's fur got stained with the crimson.The sight alone made me choke as my stomach churn and throat tightened."Get her to the pack hospital now," Raiden commanded once more, his tone now more intimidating than before.Damon nods stiffly and Lester bolted into the thick foliage, disappearing into the dark. My fingers grip Raiden's arm unsteadily, the knot in my stomach growing ever more as the sight of them disappears."Do you-I started shakily, swallowing the lump that had got stuck in my throat before continuing. "Do you think he'll," my voice grow more faint, more uncertain. "Kill her?"Raiden's gri
Amelia's povThe pain I felt was unbearable. Giovanni.....the man I thought was my father for the longest, the man who cared for me like he was.....was now dead.Burnt.Murdered.By my close friend, or who I thought was my close friend, Pickett.I watch as she moves out of the shadows of the trees, her trembling hands, her legs that look like they could barely hold her weight up right now. I really, truly watch her.She doesn't look like Pickett anymore. She doesn't look like her normal self. Not with those wild eyes that showed fear and terror in their depths."I killed him," her words rung in my ears like a sharp irritating alarm."Mate!" That word snaps through the air sharply, even sharper than the sound of the sparkling fire. Damon. His mate was the very friend who killed Giovanni, his uncle.Damon's snarl was so raw, so full of pain, so full of acid that it didn't sound like how Raiden said it to me with passion. No. It sounds like a curse.Pickett's wild eyes stray to him, wide